Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
He smacks my ass before he heads for the door and doesn’t even bother closing it as he walks across the hallway toward the shower.
And then he’s just gone.
And I’m here, alone in my room, my arm still streaked with his cum and my head absolutely swimming in thoughts of him.
Maybe it’s normal.
Normal to feel a little hollow, after sex.
Is that normal?
It’s not that I expected Niko to stick around for pillow talk. But I just had the most ground-shatteringly intimate moment of my life, then watched it dissipate into the air like an apparition. Watched Niko disappear, like he was walking out from a business meeting.
When he was under me and about to come…
God, God fucking damn, I’d never seen anyone look at me with so much intensity. I felt something. That same sensation that the two of us were more than just separate bodies.
Almost enough to fool me.
Guess that’s all this is, after all.
Just an act.
I look around the room like I just woke up from a wet dream, taking in the surroundings like I just walked in.
Or like he had me in a trance and now I snapped out of it.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
It happened.
I fucked someone.
It’s not like I should expect my entire life to change.
Although I do feel a little freer, like I’ve pushed through a threshold and relieved myself of a small burden on my back.
And instead of standing here letting my thoughts swirl on what Niko felt…
I need a fucking fresh start.
I got what I want.
No more, no less.
I grab my own set of clothes and head down the hall to the further bathroom, washing my body clean.
“It’s going to crash. It’s totally going to fuckin’ crash,” Noah says as he gingerly pulls the Jenga block out of the tower.
Weston shakes his head, watching over his shoulder. “No. It holds. It holds!”
The whole room erupts into a crowd of cheers over the music in the background as Noah pulls out the Jenga block, the tower sways just a little, but it doesn’t fall down.
It’s been hours since I last saw Niko.
The “get-together” is now in full swing in the Onyx House living room, and as expected, it’s starting to morph into a full party as more and more people stream into the house.
“Naughty Jenga lives to see another day,” Noah says.
Noah decided that he was sick of beer pong and tonight, he wanted this new form of Jenga.
Each block has a tiny note taped to it that has a “naughty” question on it. People can either answer the question honestly or take a shot of tequila if they want to remain silent.
I’m already three shots deep.
Noah reads his out to the crowd around him.
“Have you ever been in a threesome?” he reads, then laughs as he answers. “Baby, I’ve been in a fivesome, I can do better than that.”
Weston snorts and reaches out a hand to fist-bump him.
Roman’s laughing too as he walks over, giving Noah a slap on the back.
“I’m going to do one,” one of the new guys from Double Daggers says.
“What’s that guy’s name again?” I whisper, leaning over toward Weston to whisper in his ear.
I sway on my feet a little as I lean over.
“I think his name’s Leo. I have him in my Lit class. Nice guy.”
Leo walks over to the tall Jenga tower, glancing at me before he starts sliding a block out.
Then he glances up at me again as he slowly slides it.
Am I just imagining it?
Fuck.
I’m already past tipsy on the tequila. I forgot to eat anything tonight other than a quick protein bar after my shower earlier, when my head was still swimming after what I did with Niko.
I fucked someone for the first time today.
And now I don’t even know where he is.
How is that even possible?
I watch as Leo finally pulls the block out, and again, he smiles at me as he successfully does it.
He has dark hair and blue eyes, and I see a few tattoos peeking out from the bottom of his lavender shirt sleeves.
The kind of guy I’d usually call my type. But tonight, the combination of the tequila hitting my blood and the aura from this afternoon still lingering around me, I barely even register Leo’s good looks.
Or the fact that I think he might be flirting with me.
“What’ve you got, Leo?” Noah asks. “Read it and weep.”
Leo reads the Jenga block. “Close your eyes, spin around in a few circles, then open them back up. Whoever your eyes land on first, you have to pour a shot in their mouth, then kiss.”
“Noah,” Weston protests. “What is this, Spin the Bottle but for horny frat guys?”
Noah holds up his hands in the air, feigning innocence. “I didn’t make up these questions. I’m just the messenger. I found them on the internet.”